Ghost Wife Part 1: Ghost Building

Prologue:
A small building near the river in Shanghai, decorated in a classical style, exuding an aura of history from its furniture to its furnishings. The only flaws are the slightly dark interior and the creaking sounds emanating from the rooms.
On a swaying ancient nanmu bed, a slender, snow-white body kneels and violently rockes back and forth. Only a woman is on the bed, and some supernatural phenomena are occurring on this full, fair body. Smoke fills the room, and the woman is drenched in sweat. Her slender limbs seem to be pulled backward by an invisible force, her 36E breasts are irregularly deformed as if being kneaded by a pair of large hands, and her pert buttocks are swayed by an unknown force. Her beautiful face is framed by her wet, shoulder-length hair, but although her face is flushed, her eyes are white. Most incredibly, a thick, fleshy penis that appears out of nowhere is rapidly thrusting into the woman's vagina.
The woman had clearly been engaged in intense intercourse for a considerable period; each withdrawal of the penis brought out a thick, white fluid. Her face was dazed, her bright red lips glistening with moisture, and she emitted barely audible moans. Suddenly, the moans rose sharply, a low growl seemingly emanating from her soul erupting from her mouth, and a gush of fluid gushed from her vagina as if a dam had been opened.
After the climax, the woman lay limp on the bed, panting heavily, and weakly said, "It's...so good...to...live here...um..."
Chapter One
: "Mr. He, Mrs. He, in terms of decor and price, I've searched all over Shanghai and found nowhere better than this." Agent Chen promoted the place with a professional smile.
"Wife, what do you think?" He Xiang, the tailor husband with thick-rimmed glasses, asked his wife, He Wanzhi, who was ten years younger than him, in a low voice.
"Hmm, this place is not bad. Can you make it a little cheaper?" He Wanzhi was born in Northeast China and raised in Shanghai. Her figure, appearance, and even personality combined the characteristics of women from both the North and South. She was 173 cm tall, with 120 cm of that in her legs, a 36D bust, a 30cm pert bottom, a 22-inch waist, and slender limbs. Her distinct features were accentuated by makeup, giving her a touch of the unique softness and charm of a Southern beauty. She spoke with unequivocal firmness, yet her words flowed in the intoxicatingly soft Wu dialect.
Agent Chen looked troubled, as if after a struggle, he made a firm decision: "Another 100,000, that's really not possible. If the homeowner wasn't in a hurry to immigrate, with such a good location and such a beautiful house, I really wouldn't want to sell so hastily."
"Okay, deal." Both parties reached an agreement and signed the contract that afternoon. While He Wanzhi and He Xiang were celebrating finally having their own little home, they were unaware of the scene unfolding downstairs between the seller and Agent Chen: "Brother, thank you so much. You have no idea how eerie this house is. If I stayed any longer, I really don't know what might happen," the seller cried, tears streaming down his face. Agent Chen frowned, silently watching the old building, repeatedly telling himself, "It's alright, nothing will happen..."
June 4, 2015, was the day the He family moved into their new home. Early in the morning, a moving company's truck was parked downstairs, and the couple busily set up. Although it was a new home, the original retro decor of the old house suited the couple's taste perfectly, so apart from some appliances, daily necessities, and books, there wasn't much other furniture.
The usually frail He Xiang was organizing his books, while his wife, Wanzhi, was directing the workers and helping him. Today, she wore a light pink tank top and light blue jeans. Her hair was up, and her bare face, though without makeup, exuded a heroic air. She was glistening with sweat, giving off a clean and healthy vibe. Her tight-fitting clothes inadvertently accentuated her perfect curves as she worked, and the occasional glimpse of her white breasts as she bent over caused several burly movers to already have erections in their groins. Seeing this, He Xiang immediately ran over to help with the moving, both to shield his wife's beautiful figure and to block the movers' view. Seeing there was no chance to take advantage of her, the burly men quickly got back to work and sped up their tasks.
Thirty minutes later, the work was mostly finished. The burly men collected their money and, smoking in the hallway, muttered, "Damn it, that four-eyed guy looks so weak, yet he has such a beautiful wife, and he's so stingy with her, hiding her away like that. See when he'll go broke! Pah!" Inside the small building, the couple was busy finishing up. He Xiang was wiping the table in the main hall when Wan Zhi, who was organizing the wardrobe, suddenly ran out shouting, "Husband, husband, look, look!" Wan Zhi, beaming, was holding up a gorgeous light blue floral cheongsam, showing it off with great interest.
"Where did you get such a beautiful cheongsam? Such fine material, such good craftsmanship!" He Xiang walked over, examining the cheongsam and touching the silky fabric with admiration.
"Found it in the wardrobe, probably leftovers from the previous owner. Isn't it beautiful?" she said, holding it up to herself.
The two were chatting enthusiastically when, unaware, a dark shadow slipped into the bedroom.
In the empty bedroom, the old-fashioned floral curtains, meant to let in light, automatically closed, and the open clothes trunk was gently rummaged through. A sexy pair of purple lace panties was pulled out and floated onto the bed, a drop of grayish-green liquid landing on the crotch.
Meanwhile, the two busied themselves again, finally tidying up the living area. He Xiang felt tired and suggested going to buy some takeout before heading out. Wan Zhi returned to her room, hung up her cheongsam, and began tidying her clothes. Suddenly, she noticed the curtains were closed, which seemed strange, but she couldn't remember if she had touched them, so she let it go. As she tidied, she noticed the purple panties on the bed, picked them up without thinking, and in that instant, Wan Zhi seemed to have lost her soul, sitting there blankly. Time passed, and then the sound of the door closing came from outside; He Xiang had returned with the groceries. The sound of the door opening startled Wan Zhi awake. Her earlier daze vanished as if it had never happened; she greeted her husband with a smile, but a white cotton panty was now at her feet, and beneath it, a sexy purple lace panty...
The bright moon hung high; the busy day was over, and the two had gone to sleep early. *Clang...clang...clang...* The old-fashioned grandfather clock in the living room struck twelve; it was midnight. Inside the closed-off small building, the curtains moved without wind. A gust of cold air blew in, lifting the gauze curtains of the old bed. The thin blanket covering Wan Zhi was gently lifted from her ankles, revealing her fair legs beneath a pink gauze nightgown. The gauze dress slowly rolled up, revealing the purple lace panty underneath. The sight of Wan Zhi's snow-white, taut lower body was arousing. Several indentations appeared on Wan Zhi's supple skin, as if an invisible hand was caressing her. From her calves to her thighs, from her inner thighs to her genitals, a series of caresses caused Wan Zhi's breathing to quicken, a faint blush rising to her face, and her thin panties becoming slightly damp. The caresses began to move upwards to her upper body, her proud breasts being kneaded and shaped by unseen hands, and Wan Zhi's murmurs turned into moans. Despite such a dramatic change, neither the couple reacted. He Xiang snored heavily, seemingly oblivious to everything around him. Wan Zhi, however, seemed lost in the sweetest, most intoxicating dream, thoroughly enjoying the caresses, both mentally and physically.
In her dream, a pair of unfamiliar, rough hands roamed her body, each touch seeming to carry static electricity, sending shivers of stimulation through her. The caresses grew increasingly rough. She felt a wet tongue licking her earlobe, slowly slipping into her mouth. Her pink nipples were stimulated and became erect. She wanted to struggle, but a masculine scent mixed with a hint of sweetness relaxed her. Slowly, she realized that a pool of fluid had already flowed between her legs.
Everything in the dream was so real, but the reality of the night was even more erotic and unbelievable. On one side of the bed, the blankets were piled up next to He Xiang. He Wanzhi's clothes were disheveled, her long legs were bent in an M-shape, her mouth was slightly open, and her small tongue seemed to be entwined as if kissing. Although her eyes were slightly open, they were misty, as if she were sleepwalking. Suddenly, He Wanzhi's whole body trembled. An invisible force pushed open her lower orifice, as if an invisible penis had been inserted. This invisible penis was thick and flexible, rapidly thrusting in and out. Wanzhi's vagina quickly deformed, gushing out pools of vaginal fluid. This continued almost relentlessly for 20 minutes before her vagina suddenly closed. Wanzhi's pajamas quickly returned to their original position, and she covered herself with the blanket.
Everything seemed as if nothing had happened, except for Wanzhi's slightly flushed cheeks.
Chapter Two:
One week before the He family joined.
"Hey, hurry up and leave, or it'll be too late!" The previous homeowner forcibly dragged his wife and children away from the "home" they had lived in for two months.
After everyone was gone, some cups, plates, dishes, side dishes, and beer floated onto the octagonal table in the house, and a few bottles of beer clinked together. An old voice rang out: "I just went on a trip and asked you two deadbeats to watch the house, and you almost killed someone's wife. Fine, now that my betrothal is gone, the incense is extinguished, you two get out of here!"
Then the door opened and closed automatically without any wind. The old voice rang out again: "Looks like I'll have to train a new 'incense burner'."
That night, the previous homeowner had a dream in which a strong and powerful hand grabbed him, demanding that he find a new tenant before moving out, and that the tenant must be a woman. The next day, the man found a bruise on his neck...
Now, He Xiang has gone to work, leaving only his wife He Wanzhi in the house. He Wanzhi works as a television screenwriter, spending most of her time sitting in front of her computer typing. Today was no exception. In the June heat, the old building lacked air conditioning, but the large locust tree outside the window blocked some of the sunlight. Wanzhi chose a white t-shirt and tight-fitting running shorts, made herself a mocha, and sat cross-legged at her desk to begin her workday.
While Wanzhi was focused on her work, a drop of grayish-green liquid appeared out of nowhere, quickly dripping into her coffee and dissolving just as fast. Unaware of this, Wanzhi casually picked up her mocha and drank it. She only noticed that her mocha seemed to have a bit more sugar than usual, making it taste sweeter.
Fifteen minutes later, the mocha was finished. As time passed, sunlight streamed into the room, and Wanzhi felt particularly hot and thirsty. The worst part was the tightness in her chest. Left with no other choice, she lay down on the bed to rest for a while, and soon she felt herself fall asleep…
“Mmm, so big, mmm… no… stop, quick.” In her sleep, Wan Zhi suddenly felt a foreign object being inserted into her lower body, and it was continuously violating her. She immediately woke up. Before she could even see the other person's face, a hood was already placed over her head. The hood was designed like an oversized swimming cap, completely covering her eyes, leaving only her nose and mouth exposed. She tried to struggle, but the other person had already pinned her hands down. She wanted to scream, but a strip of cloth was already stuffed into her mouth. “So much strength,” was her first thought. “So dark,” was her second thought. “Who is it?” she finally thought of this terrifying question. She struggled incessantly, but the man was simply too strong. Besides the tight restraint, the man's powerful penis continued to violate the white flesh beneath her. The man's engorged, veiny penis plunged precisely into Wan Zhi's vagina, thrusting rhythmically with each stroke. Wan Zhi's breasts rippled with each stroke. There was no communication, no technique, just pure rape. After an unknown amount of time, Wan Zhi suddenly realized a more terrifying reality: she felt excited, experiencing intense pleasure, her lower body seemingly uncontrollably secreting vaginal fluids.
"You little slut, I'm fucking you good, aren't I? Look how soaked the sheets are, hahaha." A hoarse voice suddenly rang in Wan Zhi's ear.
"Why am I feeling pleasure even though I'm being raped? What's going on?" Wan Zhi's mind was in turmoil. On one hand, she felt a strong urge to resist, telling herself she had to resist; on the other hand, she was experiencing intense pleasure from her lower body. These two contradictory feelings combined, and for some reason, she slowly stopped thinking. With the increasingly rapid thrusting, the pleasure washed over her weakening rationality like a tidal wave. Finally, under the man's powerful assault, an unprecedented orgasm arrived, and her rationality collapsed.
"Haha, you slut, you can even squirt! You're always short of men, aren't you? Today I'll serve you well and satisfy you, you little whore." As he spoke, the man removed the cloth from Wan Zhi's mouth, released her hands, and flipped her over. He grabbed her soft waist and his fierce penis immediately thrust back into her already soaking wet vagina from behind.
"Ah." Having just experienced a stimulating climax, Wan Zhi's exceptionally sensitive vulva was violated again. She immediately let out a loud moan, her hands gripping the sheets tightly for balance before she could even struggle. Time slipped away amidst the man's vulgarities and Wan Zhi's moans. In the darkness, Wan Zhi experienced orgasm after orgasm, yet the man continued his assault. She lost track of time; in her mind's eye, he had been going at it for at least two hours. She was nearly exhausted, yet he remained unfazed.
"I can't take it anymore, please, let me go. If this continues, I'll die… ah…" Wan Zhi pleaded weakly with the man behind her.
"Want me to let you go? Fine, beg me to ejaculate, and I'll let you go after I'm done," the man mocked.
"Ah...please, just cum...ah...I...I'm going to die...I can't take it...ah..." After such a long and intense sexual intercourse, Wan Zhi couldn't hold on any longer. She just wanted this rape to end as soon as possible, so lewd words came out of her mouth. But before she could finish speaking, Wan Zhi had another orgasm.
"Oh, where do you want me to cum? Let me tell you, my offspring never miss a shot. You can forget about cumming outside."
At this point, Wan Zhi couldn't care less about anything else. She just wanted to escape from this hell of pleasure as soon as possible, but she still retained a sliver of rationality, knowing that she couldn't get pregnant from this rape. "Cum...ah...cum into my...my...mouth...ah..."
The man cursed "filthy bitch," then quickly thrust a few times, pulled out his penis, ran to the head of the bed, pressed Wan Zhi's head down with one hand, and inserted his penis into Wan Zhi's mouth, then released his ejaculation. Wan Zhi felt a thick, hard penis thrusting into her throat, followed by a thick, hot liquid filling her throat. The liquid was so intense that it choked her, causing it to spill from her mouth and nostrils. A foul, fishy smell quickly filled her mouth and nasal cavity. Suddenly, the cloth covering her eyes was removed, and a bright light entered her vision…
Before her was a snow-white gauze curtain, and there was no one there. Wan Zhi took a deep breath; there was no foul smell. Looking at herself, her clothes were still the same as when she fell asleep. The alarm clock on the bedside table showed that she had only slept for 30 minutes.
“It was a dream. Why would I have such a dream? Is it really a dream? Are there really dreams this real?” Wan Zhi thought to herself, when she suddenly realized that her crotch was wet. She touched it and found that her pants were soaked with vaginal fluid from her erotic dream. She had no choice but to go wash her clothes, blushing… On the way, she felt ashamed and confused, but deep down, there was a lingering sense of satisfaction.
Chapter Three:
On the old nanmu bed, Wan Zhi opened her eyes and stared blankly at the dark room.
Another erotic dream. It's been a week since we moved into the new house, and this week, day and night, every time she falls asleep, she has an erotic dream. From the initial rape dream, she gradually got used to it, and recently she even has a slight anticipation for it. Lately, she doesn't resist much in her dreams anymore; she mostly enjoys the orgasms she can't achieve in reality. In her dreams, she has an opponent whose face she can never see, and she can only hear that hoarse voice and feel that big, hard penis. She glances at her husband beside her, thinking, "It's just a dream anyway, it's okay..." Wan Zhi reaches down to her genitals and touches them; her hand is wet again. Helpless, she has to get out of bed to change.
"Bang!" He Xiang is startled awake by the sound. In a daze, he fumbles for his glasses on the bedside table. At first, he can't see anything clearly, but after a while, he finally sees the floor, where Wan Zhi is lying motionless. He immediately sensed something was wrong, ran out of bed, and helped his wife up…
At 3 a.m., the couple returned home from the hospital. He Xiang finally breathed a sigh of relief; it turned out to be a false alarm, and the doctor said it was just low blood sugar. But He Wanzhi felt uneasy, though she couldn't pinpoint the reason.
Nothing happened that night, and the next day He Xiang went out as usual. He Wanzhi felt a little depressed and lay in bed for a long time, only getting up at noon. She sat down at the computer for a while, then as soon as she stood up, she collapsed to the ground with a "thud" and fainted.
In her unconscious state, she dreamed of that person again and heard that voice: "You're going to die soon. If you don't want to die, find the hidden compartment by your bedside; there's something there that can save your life."
Wan Zhi weakly opened her eyes. The sun had already set; she had been unconscious for over two hours. Wan Zhi felt increasingly uneasy. Suddenly remembering the voice in her dream, she went to the bedside and carefully searched. Sure enough, there was a square tile on the wall beside the bed that was slightly different from the rest. She took a screwdriver and pried it up, discovering a beautiful sandalwood box inside. She took the box to the dressing table and opened it. Inside was a beautiful porcelain pipe, about 12 or 13 centimeters long, and a small bag of tobacco leaves. The tobacco didn't smell pungent; instead, it seemed to have a slightly sweet fragrance. Whether out of trust in her "adulterer" from her dream or curiosity about the exquisite pipe, Wan Zhi didn't hesitate much and began to fill the pipe with tobacco. She opened the large window, lit the pipe, and took a gentle puff. There was no harsh, pungent smoke; instead, a fragrant, light smoke flowed smoothly into her throat. After smoking, Wan Zhi felt lightheaded and her whole body felt light. She took another puff, and her whole body relaxed. The smoke drifted into the room with the wind, but the wisp of smoke lingered behind her.
In the smoke, a figure emerged, blurry and indistinct, as if it were a hallucination. A grinning mouth appeared behind her.
The figure, still carrying smoke, lifted Wan Zhi's short skirt up to her waist from behind, pulled down her white panties, revealing her still pink labia. A "smoking stick" more than 10 centimeters long and 5 or 6 centimeters thick extended from the figure's lower body and silently thrust into Wan Zhi's vagina. The figure reached down to Wan Zhi's chest and began to knead her large, bowl-shaped breasts through her clothes, manipulating them rhythmically. Wan Zhi seemed oblivious to all of this, completely absorbed in the cigarette in her hand, inhaling the euphoric aroma that gave her a feeling of floating on clouds.
This union of one and one "cigarette" lasted for ten minutes, until the tobacco was nearly gone and her figure dissipated in the wind. Wan Zhi collapsed to the ground, utterly exhausted, her eyes misty and glazed over. The voice echoed in her ears again: "Tonight, find your husband to satisfy you, you little slut, hee hee hee."
That night, Wan Zhi felt much better, though her face was deathly pale. That evening, she changed into a sexy nightgown and pleaded with He Xiang in a henpecked tone. Faced with such a beautiful wife, how could He Xiang refuse? He immediately stripped naked and mounted her, making love three times that night, breaking his own record. The usually reserved Wan Zhi became quite uninhibited, using both her mouth and hands to make He Xiang go from soft to hard, hard to soft again. When He Xiang's strength waned, Wan Zhi would take the initiative, her fair and healthy body freely roaming over him. Her breasts swayed wildly, her hair danced wildly, her demeanor unrestrained. She drained He Xiang completely.
After the passion subsided, Wan Zhi was held in He Xiang's arms. He Xiang was already sound asleep, snoring, but she kept her eyes open. She understood that her performance today was because of that cigarette, that voice, and this house. But she wasn't afraid. Her mind and heart were filled with the thrill of this unknown event, the pleasure brought by the magical tobacco, and finally, the strongest longing for the unprecedented orgasm brought by "that thing."
Wan Zhi wasn't an ignorant woman; on the contrary, she was a modern woman who dared to pursue her dreams. Because of this, although she vaguely suspected there were some scientifically inexplicable "things" in the house, she was more willing to explore, to try, and to see what these "things" were. She felt she wouldn't be afraid, nor would it affect her family. However, she didn't realize that these thoughts were actually very terrifying, and the consequences were beyond her control.
Chapter Four:
Today is the eighth day since moving into the small building. After last night's intense battle, He Xiang, slightly tired, embarked on his journey to work.
No sooner had He Xiang left than Wan Zhi got out of bed. Her face flushed, she washed up and ran to the wardrobe to choose clothes. She tried on several sexy long dresses and matching sets, but none of them quite suited her. Suddenly, an exquisite light blue cheongsam caught her eye. She smiled slyly, took out the cheongsam, and put it on. It fit her perfectly; the tight-fitting cheongsam clung to her voluptuous curves, highlighting her exquisite figure to the extreme. Her 36D breasts were breathtakingly large, her waist a mere 22 inches, and below that, a high, pert bottom. At 173 cm tall, she was a perfect clothes hanger, her 120 cm long legs clearly visible beneath the high slit of the skirt. Looking at the beauty in the mirror, she felt something was missing, so she went to the dressing table, styled her hair in a 1950s or 60s style, applied light makeup, and drew her eyebrows. Now, the woman in the mirror looked exactly like a beauty from a magazine from the Republican era. She picked up her pipe, went into the hall, put on a pair of black high heels, lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and then exhaled into the hall while twirling around.
Wan Zhi struggled to resist the smoke from her cigarette, and after circling the hall, she spotted a lingering plume of smoke that gradually revealed a blurry human figure. Without a word, the figure rushed forward and pulled Wan Zhi into its arms, one hand around her waist, the other roughly squeezing and kneading her large, proud breasts.
She had expected the figure to lose its composure upon being discovered, but instead, this veritable "lecher" assaulted her the moment he appeared, leaving Wan Zhi bewildered.
The "lecher" didn't care about her state; without a word, he kissed Wan Zhi's red lips, simultaneously pouring a puff of smoke into her mouth. Now, under the sexual stimulation and the increasing smoke, Wan Zhi could no longer resist. A hazy mist rose in her eyes, and she let out a moan of unbearable pleasure. Her arms wrapped around the lecher's neck, and her lower body actively rubbed against him, completely impatient.
The lecherous man didn't hold back, his lewd laughter echoing as he kneaded her breasts even harder, deforming the fullness beneath her cheongsam. His other hand—no, his third hand—reached out from nowhere, reaching for her genitals. The third hand flipped over the high slit of her dress, accurately pinching Wan Zhi's clitoris through her panties.
"Ah!" Wan Zhi was jolted backward by the sudden pain, but because an arm was still wrapped around her waist, her body arched. Upon closer inspection, you could see that Wan Zhi's feet had also left the ground; she was now suspended in mid-air by a ring of "smoke" around her slender waist.
While Wanzhi was experiencing both pain and itching, the "lecherous ghost" wasn't in a hurry to mount her. He floated down to Wanzhi's body, whispered in her ear, "He Wanzhi, do you want to see me so I can fuck you, or is there something you want to say?"
Whether the "lecherous ghost" relaxed his control or was reminded by the words, He Wanzhi groaned, "I want...I want to say...to talk...ah...I also want to be...be..."
"Be what, you bitch, you're already so wet down there, what's there to be afraid of saying? Say it." Seeing that He Wanzhi had regained some of her senses and even became shy, the "lecherous ghost" increased the pressure on her hands, and the hand that was kneading her clitoris was directly thrust into her vagina.
"I want to be fucked, ah, be gentle, ah, I'm going to die..."
"Okay, then let's talk while we fuck." As he spoke, his hand slowly transformed into a thick, long penis and began to slowly thrust in and out of her wet, tight flower garden.
"You... ah, um... you... who are you?"
"Who am I? I'm the owner of this house. Everything in this house belongs to me, including you, you little bitch. From now on, I'm your master." As he spoke, the pipe below increased its force, becoming even longer and thicker.
"Master... master, what... what do you want... to do? Are you going to... harm us?" He Wanzhi felt the changes coming from her tender flesh and said fearfully.
"Haha, harm you? Aren't you enjoying it now? Besides, if it weren't for my 'Drunken Immortal Grass,' you would have been finished long ago."
It turned out that for the past week, He Wanzhi had been violated day and night by the "lustful ghost" in her dreams and in reality. Her yang energy was gradually decreasing, and she was almost at the point of dying from exhaustion. Fortunately, the "lustful ghost" left behind a bag of a rare medicine called Drunken Immortal Grass, which temporarily stabilized her three souls. In addition, she replenished her yang energy during intercourse with He Xiang, and now she had survived.
The lecherous man, while thrusting faster into the increasingly wet vagina, said, "From now on, as long as you let your useless husband have sex with you every day, your condition will be fine."
"Then...ah...I hope Ah Xiang is alright...ah, slow down, I...I...I can't even speak anymore...ah..." With disheveled hair and a flushed face, Wan Zhi was brought to orgasm amidst screams. At this moment, one of her breasts was exposed, her legs were raised high, and one hand was wrapped around her neck in the smoke—a completely cooperative state of enjoyment.
"Haha, it's alright, little bitch. I still want to properly train your vibrant body. How could I bear to let your husband, who's responsible for feeding you, die? Don't worry, from now on, in the morning you're my bitch, and at night, you're still his wife." After saying this, the smoke slowly dissipated, and He Wan Zhi was thrown to the ground, her clothes disheveled, leaving only a pool of white, cloudy semen as proof that everything had just happened.
He Wan Zhi dazedly savored the strange encounter, a slight fear rising in her heart, but immediately her face flushed again, and a charming smile appeared on this ghost wife's face.
Chapter Five:
The Fourteenth Day After Moving. A week passed, and He Wanzhi had completely become the master's sex toy. From the initial intercourse, to later breast play, anal play, oral sex, and even being played with by multiple penises simultaneously by the master, it all became a daily routine before sunset. At night, He Wanzhi would try every means to extract "yang energy" from He Xiang. In just two weeks, He Wanzhi had become a woman completely addicted to sexual pleasure.
Under the nourishment and training of men and "lecherous ghosts," He Wanzhi grew increasingly charming and alluring. Her originally slightly heroic face was now full of seductive charm, and her eyes were full of captivating allure. Her already impeccable figure became even more voluptuous, and her breasts were now 36E. She no longer wore tight underwear at home.
It was another morning when He Xiang was not home. The curtains in the room were tightly closed, and a human figure shrouded in thick smoke was leaning against the large nanmu bed. Beneath the humanoid figure lay the voluptuous young woman, He Wanzhi, drenched in fragrant sweat. Her head moved up and down, making smacking sounds as she diligently swallowed the enormous, uncontrollable penis in her hand, her face a mixture of ecstasy and bliss. Yes, it was a penis, a truly gigantic one, though its color was an unnatural grayish-white. It was no longer smoke, but flesh; upon closer inspection, one could still discern the body through the smoke, though the limbs and head remained smoky.
The master pressed Wanzhi's head down with both hands, letting out a low growl, and ejaculated streams of thick, grayish-green fluid from his penis. The fluid was so intense and plentiful that He Wanzhi couldn't catch her breath, some spilling from her mouth. The same fluid also seeped from her perineum; it seemed this wasn't the master's first ejaculation of the day. He Wanzhi slowly swallowed the foul-smelling liquid, as if savoring a delicacy. Initially, it was the master who forced He Wanzhi to swallow the foul-smelling semen. But a few days ago, He Wanzhi discovered that this "semen" truly could, as the master claimed, enhance breasts, slim the waist, and smooth the skin. She began to believe what the master said—that his semen was "medicine." This further convinced Wanzhi that being this ghost wife had no risks, but rather would bring many benefits.
The master looked at He Wanzhi, who had become a sex slave, and patted her pretty face with satisfaction: "The back." Wanzhi playfully punched the master's chest, obediently turned around, and raised her increasingly pert buttocks, actively spreading her white flesh with both hands, revealing her back door, which had only been developed in the past two days, awaiting the lover's favor.
To induce a woman to accept anal sex is not so simple. But the master's methods were beyond human imagination. On his penis, another, smaller but much longer penis grew, with regularly arranged protrusions, like it had undergone pelvic floor surgery, yet it was incredibly soft. The master gripped Wanzhi's slender waist, thrusting his hips forward. With a soft "plop," two penises simultaneously pierced her two fleshy orifices. A trickle of white foam was even squeezed from her delicate anus; it turned out that the tiny fleshy balls not only rubbed against her intestines but also secreted lubricant. Two days ago, it was precisely this skill—the impossible—that had allowed him to brutally break He Wanzhi's virginity through her anus, and also make this increasingly sexually addicted woman fall in love with anal sex.
Now, as soon as the penis was inserted, He Wanzhi's face flushed with excitement. Her hands gripped the bedsheets tightly, her mouth groaning wildly and unrestrainedly. Her slender neck stretched out, revealing a bulging vein—she had quickly reached orgasm.
In fact, the essence of the Drunken Immortal Grass and the semen of the lustful ghost were refined using Gu magic. On one hand, it could stabilize the three souls and seven spirits of a woman whose yang energy and yin essence had been drained by the ghost; on the other hand, it could transform a woman's body. Externally, it could stimulate the breasts to secrete milk, erode abdominal fat, stimulate estrogen to make the woman's skin smooth, and at the same time, make the body more sensitive. But what was truly terrifying was the internal transformation. Gu magic, as its name suggests, was an evil art practiced using poisonous insects and corpses. How could such an evil art not cause harm when used on a living person? In fact, unknowingly, Wan Zhi's body was changing towards a half-human, half-corpse state. This half-human, half-corpse state would keep one forever young and have a strong sense of perception. However, it was necessary to absorb yang energy to keep the body from decaying; otherwise, without the support of yang energy, it would decompose into a pile of rotten flesh. Of course, the changes were slow. Now, Wan Zhi only felt that she was becoming more and more beautiful, and her body was becoming more and more sensitive. With just a little intercourse, she could reach orgasm, completely immersed in a sea of pleasure.
Of course, the master would not take the initiative to explain, because everything was still early. This "incense burner" still needed to be practiced slowly. A sly smile crept across the man's face as he continued thrusting with increasing speed. Four hands reached out from his torso, gripping her hips and waist, two of them ravaging her restless, swaying breasts. His two venomous dragons grew even longer and thicker, stretching the woman's vulva until it was as thin as paper, her anus gaping into a bottomless black hole. But this brutal manipulation did not dampen Wan Zhi's enthusiasm in the slightest. She cried out wildly, "Faster... ah, harder... ah, fuck me to death, ah... faster, ah..." The small building was
filled with wild moans. The voluptuous beauty was in a frenzy, while a headless, four-armed monster was relentlessly ravaging her from behind. Everything was so erotic, yet so bizarre. There was not a breath of wind in the building. The floral curtains blocked out the sunlight, making the room dark and mysterious. More unbelievable things, more terrifying schemes, were unfolding within the man's mind.
Three hours had passed, and it was now noon. The small building was dark and the doors and windows were tightly shut, making it impossible to perceive the passage of time. But the seductive moans had become hoarse and weak. Wan Zhi had been ravaged for a full five hours. Although her body had been modified, excessive dehydration was causing her discomfort. As Wan Zhi's consciousness began to wane, the master whispered in her ear, "You slut, can't take it anymore? Be a good girl, and I'll ejaculate and let you go, okay?" Wan Zhi wanted to refuse, but the physical and mental burden left her only able to weakly reply, "Yes...yes." Receiving confirmation, the master thrust a few more times, simultaneously injecting his foul-smelling fluid into the woman's uterus and intestines. Then, the smoke dissipated, leaving behind a black brocade pouch and a woman, now barely recognizable as human, on the large bed.
The naked Wan Zhi was covered in gray-green demonic energy, her two fleshy orifices gaping wide as if they would never close again. Her hair was disheveled on the bed, her full breasts covered in bruises, and she gasped for breath. The woman weakly grasped the brocade pouch on the bed, murmuring, "It's alright, Master won't harm me, he definitely won't."
Finally, dear readers, please give your opinion: whether He Xiang lives or dies is up to you.

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